Two beams of light, one blue and one white, appeared within the Hydross the Unstable's body, Velen was finally able to move. His attack was simple: he condensed poisonous water arrows and attacked the Light-Hunter Kuber.
In the deep sea, both sides' light was very weak, and their movements were not agile enough. Kubor could not dodge the water arrows and could only take them.
Kubor froze the seawater, forming huge ice blocks, which he then hurled at Velen.
The battle was very monotonous, with ice arrows and ice blocks going back and forth.
Velen knew he had already won; from the very beginning of the contest of wills, he was destined to be the victor.
Light-Hunter Kuber, a nobleman of the Army of the Light, had lived a life of luxury for countless years. How could his willpower compare to that of Velen, who had wandered the universe?
Before long, a small portion of Kubor's body had been corroded away, while Velen's body only showed cracks.
Strangely, Kubor wasn't in a hurry at all, and calmly said:
"Prophet Velen, seeing you reminds me of myself. We knew long ago the disastrous consequences of the Holy Light's Judgment and plotted our infamous escape plan, but do you know why it failed?"
Velen dared not answer, fearing it was a plot by their opponents. Kubor continued:
"In that era, the ten most powerful elders made contact with the Void World. The Shadow Legion promised to provide us with protection as long as we entered the Void. Our technology was so advanced that we could use the dust clouds covering the surface of planets to transform them into giant spaceships with stealth capabilities, allowing us to escape into the Void unnoticed."
"The universe is simply too vast, with countless paths leading to the Void World, which the Army of the Light cannot block. To ensure stealth flight, planetary travel is not fast. We have encountered large numbers of patrolling Naaru ships, almost brushing past them at the closest point. Fortunately, we only need to travel for another three hundred years to enter the Void World."
"An escape that took fifty thousand years to complete failed at the last stage. Do you know why?" the Light-Hunter Kuber asked coldly.
Velen took a deep breath and replied, "There's a traitor among you."
"You're very clever, Velen," Kubor replied. "Indeed, traitors are unavoidable parasites."
"You're the traitor, aren't you?" Velen guessed. "Otherwise, how could you be the sole survivor?"
Kubor remained silent for a long time, then sneered, "Velen, you're ridiculously naive. Back then, I was just one of countless ordinary people on this planet. To build the giant spaceship, all the civilians became the most basic components. You can tell from my shape that I was just an insignificant cog in the machine."
"We had no freedom, only the silent suffering. If a gear broke, it would be replaced and melted down in the furnace at the planet's center. Because of the overpowered operation, a single gear had a lifespan of less than thirty years. At that time, I felt it was worth it, after all, it was for the survival of the race."
"In contrast, the ten elders are practically immortal, and the Kings and nobles can easily live for hundreds of thousands of years without needing to work. I knew I wouldn't live to see the day I escaped to the Void, so they painted a beautiful future for me, filling my heart with contentment and comfort, until something happened."
Kubor's voice became hoarse as he said sadly:
"I have a girl I like, who, like me, is a cog in a machine, and she likes me too. We're parts of a giant telescope, our job is to monitor the outside world, we have to work around the clock, and we have no time for ourselves. We rotate around the bearing along with tens of thousands of other cogs, and we get to meet the girl once every eighteen hours, just enough time to say a single sentence. I still remember the first thing she said to me: 'Hi, you're here too.'"
"After that, every meeting became something we looked forward to. Just being able to exchange a few words with each other was enough to make us both happy. My expectations for life were that simple. But even this tiny bit of beauty was taken away when a pointer noticed our little secret. There's no rule against gears talking to each other, but they don't need to follow the rules. If they think we're guilty, then we're guilty."
"We were sentenced to death, and right before my eyes she melted away, everything vanished, the light in my heart was extinguished forever, and it was soon my turn. Before I died, I broke the rules and prayed to the Holy Light. The hope was very slim, but fortunately, the Holy Light heard my voice."
"So you betrayed the planet's location?" Velen asked sarcastically.
Kubor replied coldly, "No, I'm just an ordinary cog in the machine. How could I possibly know the dynamic coordinates of a planet? That would require extremely complex calculations. The Holy Light merely helped me escape punishment. I hid in a corner of the furnace, where countless members of my race are destroyed every day. I absorbed their scattered essence, growing stronger little by little."
"I have only one purpose in my heart, and that is revenge. I don't know who to take revenge on. The pointer that exposed our guilt was quickly thrown into the furnace and destroyed. I feel that something is not right. Life shouldn't be like this. You know, our clan thinks when we have free time."
"Until I became powerful enough, the Holy Light revealed a horrifying truth to me: the planet's ten elders, tens of thousands of Kings and nobles were all colluding with the Army of the Light. However, the terms hadn't been agreed upon yet, and we had been betrayed. The so-called escape was just a lie, a bargaining chip."
"Think about it, fifty thousand years of hard work, the selfless Consecration and uncomplaining sacrifices of countless clansmen, all just to elevate the status of those old guys in the Army of the Light. All that greatness has become a joke. We, the insulted and harmed, sacrificed everything simply because we believed in a beautiful dream. Is there anyone more foolish than us?"
"I will always remember that day. The core furnace of the planet exploded. Yes, it was me. No one knows the furnace better than me. The explosion melted most of the planet. I saw the ten elders screaming in despair, and witnessed the King and nobles in panic. I felt satisfied. I saw the Naaru's ships flying in from all directions, reaping the souls of the dead. I should have been the first to die, but the Holy Light protected me, crowning me with Blood Crown. I became the sole survivor of this planet."
Velen was somewhat puzzled. "Are you telling me your last words? It's a good story, but what's the point?"
Kubor sneered, "This is my true experience; otherwise, I couldn't have fooled you. I just told the story to someone else at the same time, and I deceived him."
Velen was immediately panicked and realized the problem: the human Lucas was also undergoing a test of willpower with them.
At this moment, Kubor's body was already mostly shattered and on the verge of collapse when a terrifying power surged out from Velen's body.
Lucas's will manifested as a disheveled Orcs wielding a sharp two-handed axe, Grom Hellscream, Lucas's most powerful hero and idol.
"Velen, you vicious the Destroyer of worlds, I will fight for Azeroth, die!"
Lucas raised his Battle Axe high and lunged at Velen.
Kubor smiled and said, "Just like me, a fool."